I'm always amazed at her beauty. She could do nothing at all to herself and still be more radiant than any other woman in the world.
She however does not do nothing… For the life of me I can't figure out what she does do, and I am always presented with more than enough time to ponder it while I wait for her to get ready.
I gaze at my watch and the minute hand has just reached half past five. We were supposed to have left ten minutes ago.
"You know we have reservations right?" I call up the stairs. I receive no reply and figure that she hasn't heard me. After all I can hear her music faintly flowing down the hall. I chuckle and sigh, and return to the sofa, unmuting the TV. I'd never admit to her, but I always make our reservations later then I tell her. Always tell her we're leaving half an hour earlier then we need to in order to beat traffic and arrive promptly.
I know her. I have for ten years now and I know it will never change. And I don't mind one bit. The reason for that, I hear, is now making her way down the stairs. I turn off the TV and stand, turning to face my wife. My breath catches in my throat.
"Michiru…" It's all I can manage as I take in her appearance.
She's stunning, absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous. She descends the stairs in black heels that I can't imagine how she's able to walk in, but make her legs seem even longer and more enticing. She holds up her aqua gown elegantly so she doesn't trip and I'm allowed a glimpse of those creamy white legs that I long to caress. The dress hugs her body at every curve and I'm tempted to forgo dinner in order to get her out of it.
Finally my eyes travel up to her flawless face. Her aqua hair cascades in curls around her face, flowing over her shoulders and down her back. She flicks a wrist, pushing some hair back and smiles at me, those pink lips accentuated with light lipstick. I'm focused on them for a moment thinking about how kissable they look. Her melodic voice pulls me from my thought.
"Ready?" she asks, batting impossibly long lashes over sapphire eyes. Eyes that I've gotten lost in countless times.
"You know I am." I smirk at her. "I've been ready for twenty minutes."
"Don't you want me to look good?" She responds coyly. I take her in my arms, breathing in the scent that is so undeniably Michiru. She doesn't like to wear perfume, but her skin is always fragrant from her moisturizer. There's always a hint of coconut and seawater that surrounds her and whenever I smell either, all I can think of is her. I smile as I rest my head in the crook of her shoulder and neck.
"Mm you always look good. You don't need any make up at all though." She smiles at me and brings my face to hers, planting a kiss on me from those perfect lips.
"You my love are biased." She states looking me in the eye.
"Rightly so." I take her hand and we walk out to the car. I open the door for her, and she brushes past me as she gets in. "You smell good." I say closing the door. I can see the hint of a blush form on her cheeks as I walk around the car. It makes her look even more beautiful.
Again I'm always amazed at her beauty.